What Was Once Contained

Until at last the crown of thorns be finally changed. It was the darkness series though you had not known it at the time. Only a vague uneasy sense that came in creeping round the land of these where once had all the people dwelled. It was different now and maybe somewhat changed. I know we had always talked about the war and all and from maybe what you heard as well. This of all things though what would we have done without a Word. Which for the lack of it we had suffered much. You often wanted to hear from us perhaps and also thought of home. Then again maybe you were like them that forgot it all it seems That and of their people too homeland as it were whatever. I minded not of this you saw. Somewhat of an anarchist really though if you had much preferred the term. Though the issue was not all your struggles and with them too for all the troubles. Just as from one Roman garrison to the next it seems, perhaps we are the ones between. Perhaps of what we ought not been the fears and lived within. Though to give us inner peace we had to have from oppression cease. That of this they had not knew perhaps a back in something time as well. The garrison as it were that had of met the LORD. So often though as we know that was a tale as old as time as well. It began at first with what we saw there the eyes. Some of us had changed. The people too that we had of served were as them that had no hope observed. From what with all the blackened eyes, of the which we saw, especially as it were a little child. Reen eyes of course had of met the jealous and perhaps there something else. A green eyed monster as they said that from the fears we fed. A monster of the which I never knew as well. Much as though I had of seen it on the face at timess. Thankful in this that it had not of swallowed all, though it was of close we often fell. That is to say not to sound there like a scribe. Of this perhaps I was much afraid was being found out after all this time and of this a being dragged on back again. We had all of often heard how that for the contest often strove the final resting place of God. Though whats there to explain now there at this time for why it sounded like I had swallowed such a scribe. Maybe God had of wanted it known at times how that the warfare in the Spirit from it came. The Spirit simply being that of revelation and not of from the noise we made. That was the first symptom of the darkness there in quite was simply there a constant hum of noise. All the stories of the times had of said it came there with the end of times. Likened almost to the constant hum of crickets, though not as like the plagues of Egypt. In the which they had infested homes. How well had it been known. That In the conception of the name that it had of brought about large numbers of the same. That is what the names had meant much as it had meant to roam at times. Which how we were long away and currently lacking what and if the home we found. As the curses had of gone some had wandered quite a time. Now I will not have said the name again as some had often found from which the same had of been as the Egyptians there themselves. Lacking home in and of themselves and so had wandered tame. Though who was I to tell the ministry or here to share the blame. Bought and purchased with his blood they always said and writ within the fields of God.